The Wild Girl In The Bus

On a packed bus heading toward a college, bodies were pressed together so tightly it was hard to move. I deliberately leaned against a delicate, sweet-looking freshman. She was wearing a short plaid skirt. I hitched the fabric up and pressed myself against her curvy hip. What caught me off guard was her underwear. There was a small hole worn into the fabric, as if she were already overcome. Just as I was about to lose control, I pulled back at the last second. However, she held me there tightly and said, “Mister, don’t stop. Keep going.” Chapter 1 My name was Eddie Fuller. I had read a few psychology books. I knew there was a certain type of woman who would not dare speak up, even when she was being harassed. Women from poorer backgrounds, the kind who had not seen much of the world, carried that quiet sense of inferiority. After weighing my options, I set my sights on first-year college students. The ones who got dropped off in cars usually came from money. The best targets were the ones who dragged their own suitcases and took the bus to campus on their own. They were all over eighteen, but more importantly, they had never had any real education about boundaries. They had spent their lives buried in books, rarely exposed to anything beyond school. That left them naive. I was already well into my thirties and still unmarried. The frustration built up day after day, to the point where it felt unbearable. Hence, girls like that were exactly what I was looking for. It was the start of the new semester, so I got on a bus headed toward a college campus. The moment I stepped on, I was nearly crushed by the number of bodies on board. It was packed wall to wall. People were pressed together with barely any room to stand. I craned my neck to scan the back of the bus. Just as I imagined, amid a cluster of older passengers stood a girl in a short plaid skirt. There was a large suitcase set beside her. It was obvious that she was a freshman. She was likely just arriving for registration. Her face still carried that bright, sheltered innocence from high school. What really stood out were her legs. They were long and fair. I wanted to hoist them onto my shoulders and go all out. I pushed my way through the crowded bus until I ended up right behind her. I deliberately brushed against her with my body, even lightly rubbing myself against her firm bottom. That bouncy sensation instantly sent my blood racing. My body reacted instantly. My pants bulged as I leaned against her. Yet she did not react at all. That was exactly what I had been hoping for. If it had been some office worker instead, she would have already pulled out her phone and shoved it in my face. She would have screamed about me being a pervert. The truth was, they were just pent up and desperate for society’s sympathy and attention. In such a packed bus, bodies bumping into each other was nothing unusual. This young woman stood perfectly upright with her bottom sticking out. She was completely unguarded. It looked like those psychology books had not been a waste after all. The bus kept jolting as it moved. People inside struggled to keep their footing. I took the opportunity to press firmly against her back and lift her skirt in the process. She lost her balance for a second and stumbled back. Her whole body fell onto my chest. The pressure below grew even more intense. I felt as though her body was squeezing me. It sent a tingling sensation through me, like an electric current. It made me feel great. The girl even turned around to apologize to me. “I’m so sorry, sir. I lost my balance just now and bumped into you.” Her fair cheeks flushed instantly. She was so innocent! Even though I had been the one pressing myself against her, she was the one apologizing. It seemed I had really struck gold today. No matter what I did to her, she would not get angry. I smiled at her. “It’s okay. I like having you lean on me.” She turned back around and took a small step forward. Just a moment ago, she had been pressed so tightly against me. With the sudden space between us, I felt so empty. The burning desire kept raging. It was driving me crazy. I gradually grew bolder. Pressing against her through a layer of fabric was no longer enough. I carefully lifted the edge of her short skirt just slightly, just enough to expose a glimpse beneath. She was wearing sheer white underwear, and she looked incredibly alluring. Unfortunately, there were people all around us, so I did not dare make any sudden moves. I just gently lifted her skirt and pressed my lower body against her. Doing this in plain sight was absolutely exhilarating! My body felt more aroused than ever before. Something hardened instantly beneath her skirt. Chapter 2 The girl seemed to notice something was off. She shifted slightly in place. It would have been better if she had not moved because that small motion only intensified the sensation and sent a sharp jolt through me. It felt like something was clawing at me from the inside. It was a restless itch I could not shake. She was starting to realize what was happening. Even the tips of her ears had flushed red. She clenched her body tight and tried to move forward. At her age, she probably had not even held a man’s hand before. As I was pressing my massive member against her, she must be yearning for it deep down. I grabbed her by the waist to stop her from moving away. I pressed my entire body tightly against her back. My nose was filled with her youthful scent. It was so soft and sweet. It smelled absolutely divine. The girl glanced back at me. Her eyes were already glistening. “Mister, please don’t press against me like that. I’m scared.” The more pitiful she looked, the more excited I became. The psychology books were right after all. Girls like her would not dare speak up even if they knew they were being touched against their will. They had all been raised in oppressive households. When they faced such situations, they would even think it was their own fault. I exploited this weakness and touched her body without restraint. “You’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how much it drives me wild just looking at you? Squeeze me tighter, and I’ll forgive you.” She nodded slightly and clenched her bottom tightly around my massive member. That soft sensation was incredible. She was squeezing me gently. On top of that, the bus was bouncing around quite a bit. I rubbed myself lightly against her crack. It felt absolutely amazing! I whispered into her flushed ear. “You’re dressed so provocatively. It’s driving me wild. Just let me touch you, and I’ll feel better.” She looked at me in horror. “No, please don’t. No man has ever touched me before. How could I let you do that?” So, she really was inexperienced. She had never even been touched by a man before. As I thought of that, a wave of delight washed over me. After all these years, this was the first time I had come across a girl this innocent. My life had been worth living! Taking advantage of the fact that no one around us was paying attention, I slipped my hand under her skirt. It felt just like a little steamed bun—plump and round. I gave it a gentle squeeze and quickly felt a dampness. I actually managed to get this girl worked up! She leaned against me as her body went limp. She was even trembling slightly. As expected of an inexperienced girl, her body was so sensitive. A bold idea took hold of me. I quietly unzipped my pants. I pressed it firmly against the crack of her rear. I wanted her to feel firsthand what it was like to feel a man’s member on her body. She gasped. “Ah! It’s so hot! What is that?” I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lower body even harder against her. Then, I whispered in her ear, “Shh! Keep it down. This is a man’s most precious part. Does it feel good?” The girl’s neck flushed red. Her body was burning hot. I had gotten her under my control. Nestling in my arms, she was grinding her hips against me and shifting her position little by little. She was actively aligning her opening with my member. I was utterly astonished. I never expected such a seemingly innocent young girl to be so lustful. If she had not dared to refuse earlier out of fear, then this time she was acting on her own initiative purely because she was enjoying it. Just then, I felt my member slip right through a hole in her underwear. A moment ago, there had been a layer between our bodies. In the next moment, my member was pressing directly against her skin. The sensation was on a whole new level. The touch of skin against skin sent shivers through every cell in my body. I was caught off guard. What was going on? She said shyly, “My family is poor, and there’s a hole in my underwear. You just slipped through it.” I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I had only intended to get some pleasure through the fabric, but who could have imagined it would suddenly turn into doing it for real? After all, we were still on a bus. If I actually went through with it, the situation would likely spiral out of control. Just then, the girl suddenly clenched her rear. It trapped me tightly inside and refused to let me go. “Mister, it feels so tingly. This feels so good. Please push a little harder.” Her voice was trembling. Her body was so soft. I could not hold back any longer. I really wanted to experience the thrill of deflowering an inexperienced girl. “I’m really putting it in now. Are you okay with it?” She was already at her limit from my thrusting. She nodded with all her might. “Mister, I feel so uncomfortable. Please help me.” I could not hold back any longer. I felt like my lust was about to burst through my body. If I did not do it, when would I get the chance again? I yanked off her white panties in one swift motion. Her plump and supple rear was pressing against my lower abdomen. It was smooth and slippery. “Spread your legs a little wider, stick your back out. I’m putting it in.” She obediently stuck out her curvy rear. I could feel the wetness down there. “Mister, push harder.” I could not hold back anymore. As the bus jolted, I thrust myself forward with all my might.